A guilty conscience for
Innocent words uttered in the shades.
Back so quickly to old familiar sin
Like the smell of my least favorite jacket,
Basked in the human odor,
And imbued with a will to live.
A lagoon of thoughts,
Good or bad
Such profound trivialities.
Where is your velvet safety?
Exposed now to the caresses of truth.
The end day,
We closed our ancient eye.
The first day
We cried a newborn cry.
In and out in less than a century.
Make it a spectacle
Not just one page on Wikipedia.